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He'd cheated a bit, but who could blame him? This entire healing process was going to take ages and the last thing Rassilon wanted to do was lie on his back in a hospital bed and stare at the ceiling the whole time.

So he sped up time around himself. Accellerated the healing. And the Nexus doctors knew that was what he was doing, but there wasn't anything for it but to unwire his jaw and to remove the halo traction ahead of the normal schedule because the outward damage had healed. It was as simple as that.

He could still only barely move, though. That was taking longer. And they weren't happy with the idea of his making up for the inability to move with telekinesis. Still, time was on his side. It usually was.

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And Savannah peeked in and knocked on his door, bearing a pretty bouquet of yellow and white roses, picked from PrIME's extensive gardens.

"Hullo?"

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As usual, Gabe arrives in the early afternoon with a thermos of tea and a book.

"How're you feeling today?" Ah, routine. There's a certain comfort in it.